with every beat of my heart
when i was with you
more flowers would grow
out from my heart
-only half my heart was full of flowers when you left
-k.f.
YOU ARE READING
his name was kentucky
Poetrya collection of poems about the first boy i ever loved, and lost.
thirty one
with every beat of my heart
when i was with you
more flowers would grow
out from my heart
-only half my heart was full of flowers when you left
-k.f.
